No jokes!

We had just gotten home from the store. I got Namine into her wheelchair, and started gathering the groceries.

No jokes!

“Daddy,” Namine said, “my wheels are cold. Can you wheel me and carry that in at the same time?”

“Sure,” I said. “I bet I can do it if I try wheelie hard.”

Namine sighed.

“Okay, okay,” I said. “Just buckle up and unlock your brakes. I’ll grab your wheelchair and bring you around.”

Namine sighed again, louder. “Daa-aaad!”

“Oh, don’t worry about me,” I said, pushing her up the hill to our door. “I just hope I don’t get tired.”

Namine turned around to give me a withering glare. “Dad. No.”

I laughed. “No what?”

“No jokes, Dad, no jokes!”